MP3 InspiredBM - Party Night
A good song to start a party where promiscuous people are not welcome.
1 MP3 Songs in this album (3:19) !
Related styles: Hip-Hop/Rap: Party Rap, Pop: Party Pop, Mood: Funny
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It’s Friday night, so let’s go party, let the dancing begin,
Don’t touch the light. Hey, everybody, keep it simple and clean.
If you are poor, have no money, came to here exposed,
I will make sure, sweetie-honey, that we buy you some clothes.
What’s up with you, my dear ladies, all that makeup disguise,
I want to view your pretty faces, you are hurting my eyes.
No need for booze, it is so nasty, throw the beer away.
If you are loose, if you are lusty, we don’t want you to stay.
Oh, what a sight, check out that hair, is it purple or gold?
It has been dyed without a care, and you’re going bald.
Am I revolting? Don’t despair. I will tell you one trick:
If you are balding, you can wear a fantabulous wig.
No need to cry. The music starting. Let the worries depart.
But you will fly out of this party, if you act like a slut.
The night is young, I love this town, we are staying till late.
Let’s have some fun, jump up and down, time to lose all that weight!
What is that song, why would he choose it, let us talk to DJ.
Yo, man, it’s wrong to play this music, throw the garbage away.
We care not what poor Justin says to make him some dough.
His dirty songs are very nasty, drop the disc on the floor.
But, most of all, madame Luisa should be banished for good.
Oh, yes, I know, it will not please her, but forget her we should.
So, don’t you dare make us hear that nefarious fluff.
It must forever disappear, cause enough is enough.
Who is this guy? His moves are crazy, unacceptable, wrong.
He must be high. Offensive dancing simply doesn’t belong.
What is he thinking? Did his nanny drop him onto his head?
Has he been drinking? It’s not funny, it is utterly sad.
Look at this girl, so young and pure, very modest and shy.
I know this doll will get for sure a magnificent guy.
And all those dirty so-called ladies, always dancing like fleas,
Will get repugnant fornicators giving them STDs.
I am in shock, the time is flying, let us wrap up the show.
It’s five o’clock, the sun is coming, we are ready to go.
You are my friend. It is a pleasure I can hardly define
To hold your hand - a timeless treasure I spent years to find.
If it’s ok, I’ll walk you home, strictly up to your door.
And, if I may, I’ll later call you, and we’ll talk a bit more.
Do you like snow? My rapid rapping? Maybe, clouds in the sky?
I want to know what makes you happy, even what makes you cry.
I see your smile, it is so pretty, brings the joy to my heart.
You’ve got the style, and it’s a pity that I have to depart.
But it’s the way we need to follow, I will say it again:
No game to play, no promise broken, no more tears and pain.
And it befits me to announce what is needed in life:
A dozen kids, a jolly house, and a fun-loving wife.
Exciting job, in-laws who care, not the ones you would dread.
It’s time to stop. I hope you share all of what I just said.